One would demand that tension may arise in this meeting that could leave the former Reaper [ with all that had been brought to his attention, with all that he knew ] angry and resentful, wanting to throw everything he thought into the other man's face and be done with it. Push himself off and away when only possible and leave this place to never come back again. One would want to - indeed - expect this. But all Arima was, was his everlasting stark calm, unmoving with legs crossed to sit near leisurely, staring into the nothingness to wait for a word to be raised towards him.
He had agreed to this meeting. Had done so without even really thinking [ and wondered just about the need for it ]. Brought to him as a proposition by an old friend of his late brother and visit and conversation to be arranged only a few days later. "You can speak." For himself had not really much to say. All but listens to the sounds of footsteps in the distance, here and there some people passing through.
It was surprisingly quiet on this day. But maybe the reason just was the distance they momentarily had from Kishou's personal home. "You wanted to meet me, so be the first one to tell me whatever you have to say." With that low drawl that had never changed, not from being a young man seeing his half-brother for the first time, over being the infamous Reaper, neither to now having settled down - developing his own personal tranquillity. Soothing, maybe? The same way as the light wind passing them by. "I will just listen, for a while." || @daturida ♡~
